Runaway Brat

“I don’t want to get married! Dad, please don’t do this to me.” Cinthye Cator begged her father, her hands on his knee. Tears flooding down her weary face.“You think you have a say on this Cinthye? You don’t have a choice.” Havana sneered behind her fathers back. The woman was sipping red wine while they both watched her plead. “You’re just adopted. That’s the only thing you can do in your life. You think being an actress will save you from humiliation? No. Father has decided so you will proceed whether you like it or not.” Havana Cator her stepsister and the favorite daughter. Their parents always choose her side even if she’s in the wrong they will tolerate everything Havana says.“The Voss are the most dangerous mafia clan in the city. We can’t escape them, they won’t chase me for my lost bets because of one condition and that’s giving your hand to Damien Voss. He will never spare anyone who crosses him. So you Cinthye.” Their father pulled her hair, making her squirm. Cinthye tri

“Ah.” Cinthye groaned as soon as they get inside the suite. His fingers grasp the hem of her dress and tore it to pieces, digging between her thighs. Firmly holding it.“Spread your leg for me, woman.” His deep baritone voice turned her on. She didn’t even made any effort to resist. His blue eyes stared at her, observing every expression on her face. He played the thin lace covering her vulva, his fingers sliding through. Her scent filled the room. “Have you ever masturbated before?”Cinthye responded with a smile. The truth was she doesn’t even have any idea how to actually do it like in practical application. Call her naïve but she only read this in her scripts and in books. Of course, she will keep if to herself. I mean who would want an inexperienced woman especially a bachelor like him.“Such a shame, it would be wonderful to see those little fingers poking your insides. But for now let’s get to action.” He captured her lips, guiding the tempo of sensuality in their kiss. His fin

Damien winced a little when he felt something piercing on his back. He groaned and pat the space next to him. His eyes flew wide open, the woman he claimed is now nowhere to be found. “Dmn, you never fail to amuse me woman.” He muttered to himself, a smirk made it’s way on his lips as he moved. He would think of it as a dream but the blood stain on his sheets says otherwise. She will find that woman one way or another. Be it by hook or by crook. After a quick bath, he went to his office inside the suite and tapped some keys on his laptop. A few seconds later revealing the missing woman he could see even when he closed his eyes. Her scent imprint on him like an owner to a pet. He calmly sipped his coffee, seeing her reactions on the screen. Every slap he could hear and see everything. It irked him when Cinthye called them parents. A family? “What a joke.” He said to himself, he called someone on his phone. “James, how’s her Mom?” A grunt responded from the other line. “Fvck you,

"Tell your wretched boss that he won't get what he wants." Cinthye shouted at the men in black, staring at her coldly. "Here's your food, young signorina." An elderly woman in a maid outfit came to view. Her hair neatly combed, wrinkles visible on her face illustrating the years she served this household. She takes off the shackles on her hand, Cinthye sigh in relief but that doesn't mean she trust this woman already. "I don't want to eat." She crossed her arms, secretly caressing her bruised skin. Wincing every now and then. "Where the heck is your boss? What is taking him so long? Is his balls too heavy today that he won't see me?" She demanded. She doesn't care if she sounds like that. Cinthye will act as a spoiled rich brat if she has to. She plans to put this act until he distance himself away from her. I mean who wants to have a bratty wife? No one does. At least that's what she thinks, that's what she saw in her previous film projects. Men hates it when they come across gold

"Your wife is a prisoner." Cinthye stomped her feet and put her comb back in the drawer with a loud thud. "This is fancy. Stop slapping this lavishness on my face because no matter what happens I refuse to play the part of your obedient puppet." Damien eyes her for a bit and smirked. "I prefer beautiful porcelain doll. But don't think of ever forgetting your place." Cinthye snorted sarcastically and scrunched her nose. "My place? My place is wherever I choose to be and since you claimed me as your wife then deal with it whether you like it or not. You're stuck in this marriage as much as I am." The material in the place he brought her was not a joke. Each one shiny and opulence. Now she fully understands why rich heiress that was her role in a movie felt like when her wealthy grandparents decided her marriage for her. Luckily the drama was amazing and ended with happily ever after. But she knows better than anyone it's clearly has a different path in reality. There's no rainbows i